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At the nearby Monty Python festival...
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| Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend, your Percy, or your cock. | |
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| You can wrap it up in ribbons. You can slip it in your sock, But don't take it out in public, Or they will stick you in the dock! | |
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| Say, donkey cock. Why don't you mosey on over here and let me show you a good time? | |
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| No problemo, chief. I bill @ $500 an hour with a four hour maximum. And I don't take checks. | |
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| Funny how our trip to Vegas certainly was a comedy of errors. Where the fuck are we, anyway? Neptune? | |
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| Computer readouts show an atmosphere of 38% methane. Which leads me to believe that ^somebody^ just farted & it smells like ass. | |
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